Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

"Hey~tui~ this sandstorm is making my suit frayed." Niu Yuehua spat out the dirt in his mouth and turned into the underground parking lot on the second floor of the commercial street where Boss Zhao was.

This area hasn't been inspected yet; the fluorescent tubes are buzzing due to unstable voltage.

The drainpipe in the corner was still dripping water, drip-drip-drip, creating a chilling rhythm in the empty basement.

General Manager Zhao originally wanted to arrange a spacious and bright first-floor parking lot for Director Niu, but Niu Yuehua clung to the cement pillar as if he had seen his own mother.

"Mr. Zhao, don't go to any trouble, this will do."

The raw, untouched industrial wasteland and the cramped, oppressive physical space are simply amazing.

After looking around, Niu Yuehua pondered.

This place is so natural that you don't even need to hire a lighting technician; it has a natural BBC-style dark filter.

Take it to Germany and fool those idle, bored art critics who spend all their time studying the dark side of human nature; they'll fool them every time.

The four monitoring screens formed a natural four-panel picture frame. Niu Yuehua stared at the monitors in the security room for a long time, and the scene was already in his mind.

The misplaced and intertwined roles of day shift and night shift security guards in the same space can be called deconstructionism.

Of course, the most important thing is that this place is free.

After getting the venue for free, Niu Yuehua turned the handlebars and headed to the Beijing Film Academy.

In order to gain Tian Zhuangzhuang's sympathy and get back the 10 yuan he had already given away, Niu Yuehua rode Liu Shishi's women's bicycle, creaking and groaning, around the campus.

Who would have thought? This up-and-coming director, who just sparked an NTR craze on television and donated his entire fortune to the school, is reluctant to even spend the money from investors.

After the show, Niu Yuehua went straight to the dubbing class. He had asked Liu Yifei to inquire about it, and Huang Bo was taking a class in the rehearsal room.

Pushing open the door to the rehearsal room, you're greeted by the clear, resonant voices of broadcasters.

Among a group of handsome men and beautiful women, Huang Bo's face stood out conspicuously.

At this moment, Huang Bo was hiding in a corner. His appearance had been completely ruined, so he didn't even dare to look up when acting out scenes.

"It's you I've decided, mantis shrimp." Niu Yuehua rushed over and grabbed Huang Bo's hand.

Huang Bo was startled.

"Director, you've got the wrong person. My appearance is only good for voice acting."

"Voice acting is a waste of your talent. I think you have the makings of an award-winning actor." Niu Yuehua started his brainwashing mode.

"Don't you think you're ugly? You're wrong, you're very wrong."

"Those handsome guys can only be called clumsy imitations in front of the camera, but your face, as long as it stands in front of the camera, has a natural existential documentary feel after being repeatedly beaten by life."

This set of sentences, which would have stunned even the British conscience Humphrey for a few seconds, completely baffled the self-conscious Huang Bo.

"What do you mean? I can act? Are you suggesting art films?"

"Of course you can act in it. Didn't you act in a movie about a fox spirit?"

"This time you're playing a security guard in a parking garage, with only a few lines."

"But I need you to release this feeling of frustration that God gave me this face."

"Think about it, you work so hard, why should those handsome but incompetent guys get acting roles?"

Huang Bo's eyes instantly reddened, and the resonance he had suppressed for so long was ignited.

He nodded vigorously, feeling that he had finally met a mentor who understood him.

Niu Yuehua parked his bicycle downstairs in the directing department office building. Huang Bo, though suspicious, offered to take a taxi for Niu, and the two headed straight for the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio.

This is one of the most famous job markets in Beijing.

Hundreds of extras sat huddled together on the curb.

Some wore tattered clothes, intending to play eunuchs. Others carried wooden swords, aspiring to be chivalrous heroes. Their eyes gleamed with the desire for overnight fame.

Niu Yuehua looked for a long time among a bunch of ugly and disfigured people who wanted to play the emperor, and finally his eyes locked onto a skinny, dark-skinned boy squatting under a telephone pole.

The young man was wearing a ripped military green vest and was huddled behind a utility pole, clutching a dry steamed bun in his hand.

Each bite required a lot of effort to swallow.

Found you! Isn't this Wang Baoqiang, who hasn't yet been crowned a 10 billion yuan box office king?

Niu Yuehua pushed through the crowd and strolled over, showing no airs of a director whatsoever. Instead, he handed over a bottle of mineral water.

"Be careful not to choke. Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Wang Baoqiang raised his head with a simple and honest expression, chuckled, and revealed a set of big white teeth.

A kind, simple, and naturally endearing face.

"Director, I know Shaolin Kung Fu, I can do somersaults, I can do anything."

Wang Baoqiang stood up, slapped his chest a few times to bolster his courage, and then slapped the steamed bun that was stuck in his throat down.

"Save your breath, young man."

"What kind of roles can you play with that physique? Which production team do you think would want someone like you?"

"The director might give you a petty thief or a migrant worker at most. To be honest, you're not cut out to be an actor."

Stimulated by Tianmo Meiyin and subjected to Niu Yuehua's PUA tactics, Wang Baoqiang's competitive spirit was suddenly aroused.

"I don't believe you. I can become an actor even if I'm just an extra." He said, turning his head away and squatting down again.

Niu Yuehua smiled.

"Alright, young man, you finally have what I want."

Wang Baoqiang was taken aback, then turned his head away.

"What are you talking about?"

"A sense of despair that's so utterly naive, and that obsession with turning things around despite being repeatedly battered by life."

Niu Yuehua is like a strange uncle who tricks kids out of their New Year's money at the entrance of an alley.

"I'll let you play a security guard and win an award in Germany."

"It's 50 yuan a day, and they even provide three boxed meals."

"I want to emphasize that the boxed meals include large chicken legs, and there's plenty of them."

Wang Baoqiang had no idea where Germany was, and he didn't even hear what was going to happen.

But when he heard that there were plenty of big chicken legs, he was finally tempted, and the green light in his eyes was fiercer than that of a wolf.

"Okay, bro. I'll film whatever you want."

Niu Yuehua thought to himself with a smug smile that the initial accumulation of capital was always bloody.

Zhang Yi paid 50 yuan, and Wang Baoqiang also paid 50 yuan. It's worth it to get a chance to see a future Best Actor on screen for the first time.

Half an hour later, Niu Yuehua and his two recruits arrived at his loyal commercial street studio.

Liu Shishi was cleaning with a feather duster, while Liu Yifei was obediently wiping the table. The two ethereal fairies looked up and saw who it was, screamed in fright, and immediately hid behind the table.

Tang Yan had just returned from filming "GG" and was showing off her new perfume. Upon seeing Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, she disgustedly sprayed it into the air a few times.

"Director Niu, where did you pick up these two... these two?" Tong Yao was also startled, her voice trembling as she looked at Huang Bo, whose face was full of vicissitudes, and Wang Baoqiang, who looked like a dagger.

"Are they the male leads you said you'd take to Berlin to win the grand prize?"

"Will this appearance pass customs security?"

Niu Yuehua looked heartbroken.

"What do you vulgar women know?"

"Anyone can appreciate aesthetics, right? That's the lowest level of art. Appreciating ugliness is the highest level of sublimation."

"These two main characters have very distinctive looks, so stop talking nonsense."

"Is Xiaoli here? Go and prepare two sets of the most worn and greasy security guard uniforms for the two teachers. I've already spoken to Boss Zhao about it."